I like how the General Help section was used for medical treatment. My favorite concept so far.

And I'm beginning to start the next part. If all goes well I'll finish and post it today.
Edit: Sacred has made an appearance. I'm going to try and get the side characters as involved as possible now.

Looks great so far. Keep it up!

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Edit: Sacred has made an appearance. I'm going to try and get the side characters as involved as possible now.

I enjoy how I'm somewhat of a big deal. :D

awesome and awesome

Updates ahoy! Scarecrow's just going over the part that I did, which is a quarter/half/three quarters of chapter 6.

Awesome! With all these stories going around, I feel like writing one too!

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Awesome! With all these stories going around, I feel like writing one too!

Please, let's keep it at 3 right now.

Chapter 6

I was dreaming peacefully for once. In my dreams, Stickpage was back to normal. All the moderators joked and laughed with each other and the members. All of them alive and well, rather than dead or missing. NTF members hung out with their friends, all happy and not battle-hardened. No hulking, destructive fortress was made as the only way they were able to survive, and noobs were safely kept in the Pivot section, along with the other places where noobs lurked in large numbers. But all out of the way places.
But then everything changed. Although I was miles away, I could hear deafening banging sounds, and the shattering of glass. Stone and wood splintered slowly, as the banging rang on.
“WAKE UP, GUYS.” I heard. Where was it coming from? Who was shouting so loudly?
“I’M SERIOUS, GET THE HELL UP BEFORE YOU’RE ALL NOOB-PASTA!”

I felt a hard kick to my leg, which violently woke me up. I flew to my feet and grabbed my attacker… then immediately let go when I registered who it was. It was a scared looking kid, who looked to be a bit younger than me… or shorter at least. I recognized him.
“Sacred?” I asked, confused. “How are you still alive?”
“This isn’t the time! Look around you, man!” He gripped me by the shoulders and turned me around. Through the windows of the shop, was a mob of noobs. Noobs were clawing at us through the barred shop windows. Unsuccessfully, for now. That’s where the banging, and the shattering glass and twisting wood was coming from.

Not caring about being gentle, I quickly ran across the people who were still asleep, and kicked them all in the ribs to get them up. We were all exhausted from the trials and hard times we’ve been through, but that didn’t entitle us to any amount of resting time.

Not in this world.

“WHAT THE ****?” MoD was up in a flash as I kicked him, rifle centred on me. I barely had time to duck out of the way before he fired off a shot, which tore through the air and struck an unlucky noob in the shoulder, knocking him down. It also put a hole in the wood below the window, which the noobs instantly began using to tear away at, piece by piece. The hole was growing steadily.

“I’ll kick your ass later, let’s get out of here!” I ran, ignoring MoD’s apologies. Just then, Scarecrow and Myself walked in through the back door, holding the heavy metal door shut behind them.
“What the **** is happening?” Scarecrow shouted to us as he barricaded the door. I wondered the exact same thing. Scarecrow didn’t seem one to slack off, but it sure looked like that was what he had done.
“Where the **** were you?” I shouted back. “I thought you were on watch!”
“We went to get supplies, we left MoD on watch!” Myself shouted.
I made a mental note to kick MoD’s ass twice as hard. Sacred saw that we were up and running, and began leading the way towards the wall that Scarecrow and Myself were standing at. Myself climbed on top of a set of shelves and began spraying the noobs with bullets from his M16.

Then, the shooting abruptly stopped. Myself just stood completely still for a second, and slowly turned to stare at the wall behind him. Suddenly, he turned back to us with his hand cupped over his mouth like a microphone. “STOP! GO BACK!” He shouted, and he and Scarecrow started running back towards us at what seemed to be an impossible speed. We all stopped in our tracks, looking to see what he was talking about. Just seconds later, the entire wall that Myself and Scarecrow had just been standing by was violently caved in, demolished as if the wall was made of paper and not stone. Debris smashed into the other side of the store, and splinters of wood were strewn everywhere. If we had kept going that way, we’d be paste right about now.

Too awestruck to run, I stared into the swirling mass of dust and smoke. Then out of the smoke, burst a gigantic, muscular noob, whose head, even while he was on all fours, scraped the roof of the shop we were in.

It was an impossible sight, each of its arms were as thick and as tall as me. The legs were much shorter, built like a gorilla’s, and its whole body except the head was bristling with muscles, stacked on muscles, stacked on muscles.

“I said get moving!” Myself shouted as he sprinted towards me. He holstered his M16, roughly scooped me onto his shoulders, and began running once more, faster than I could ever hope to run myself. Behind us, Scarecrow was carrying Flood and MoD, and Strung was following us at the rear.

The hulking noob roared, and followed us at an amazing speed for its size, easily smashing through the overturned counters and spilled goods. Each footfall was loud and intimidating, and I hoped stronger than I’ve ever hoped before that Myself didn’t trip or drop me.

Behind me, I could hear a crazy idea formulating between Scarecrow and StrunG.
“Don’t worry about me!” Scarecrow yelled over to StrunG. “I’ll be fine. Everyone, get to cover!”
Shortly afterwards, we blasted through the plastic doors that led to the shop’s storage area. There was a small alcove that led to two perpendicular hallways, one leading to cold storage and the other leading to storage in general. Scarecrow stood in this alcove while the rest of us continued. We took a right down one of the hallways, before Myself threw me off of him. Everybody ducked behind various cover. I was behind a fridge.

“Come and get me you small-penised, roid-guzzling freak!” Scarecrow shouted at the beast that chased us. With a roar, it sped up, clearly intending to flatten Scarecrow against the wall like a pancake. With a grin, he drew his Griffin, and loaded the two bullets.
The noob was coming too quickly for Scarecrow to dodge at the last second, and he knew that. I didn’t see how he intended to dodge out of the way.
But again, Scarecrow did.
Milliseconds before he would be crushed, he ducked down below the beast’s flying tackle, and fired the BMG Maldi Griffin. The shot was deafening in the confined space, and the bullet itself had torn the monster’s leg clean off, and had obliterated a good amount of its abdomen. Scarecrow got past the beast by moving through the now empty space where its leg would otherwise have been. Blood sprayed all over the room, and poured down Scarecrow’s front as he slid under the bleeding stump.

As it screamed out in pain, rage, and frustration, the noob’s body was carried forward by momentum, and it smashed through the wall. The hole gave us a clear path to the outside, and into safety.

Not so mighty anymore, the beast feebly clawed at us, until two shots were put into its head by StrunG. The beast had fallen.

Nice way to start our journey, I’d say.

Chapter 7 (coming soon)

Nice, I made an appearance. Now it's time to see how big of a part I play in the story.

Shit! No way! FUUUU

You said it wrong.
"****! Shit! Mother****ing pussy cock son of a bitch!" [/copypaste]

hey snowy you should join the story totally needs a love interest for the main character
yes i am aware that the main character is your brother THAT'S THE JOKE

Incest? What?

By that he means me